Fractured Ties

The living room of the Walton mansion was bathed in soft daylight, filtering through the tall windows draped in sheer curtains. The polished floors gleamed under the sunlight, and the faint aroma of fresh flowers filled the room from a nearby vase. Delphinia sat gracefully on the sofa, her posture elegant as always, with a delicate porcelain cup cradled in her hands. The steam from the tea spiraled upward, and she took a slow sip, the warmth grounding her as her sharp eyes lingered on the woman sitting across from her.

Lyvia sat stiffly on the edge of her seat, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her blouse. Her gaze darted around the room before settling on Delphinia, who remained silent, her face unreadable. The air between them was thick, heavy with unspoken tension.